A blackened finger gently touched Nash's nose, wiping away the tears that rolled down.
Every movement seemed incredibly difficult, yet incredibly determined.
Liu Lan's breathing was faint, and she spoke intermittently.
"Tell Dad... Liu Lan loves him. Tell... Zicao, Liu Lan loves him. Brother... Liu Lan loves you, too."
These soft whispers before her passing...
...were like the last withering petal in winter, floating down gently, yet landing heavily upon the hearts of Nash and Feng Mountain.
Watching the heart-wrenching scene unfold before him,
a vibrant life was fading away right before his eyes.
Feng Mountain's mind went blank, his thoughts instantly drowned by a surging tide of past memories.
In a daze, he seemed to see Ms. again, remembering how she'd slowly passed away in his arms.
The same powerlessness, the same grief.
It was all replaying as if an exact copy.
His fists clenched uncontrollably, his knuckles turning white from the force.
